happiness is

© CNirvana

the three sisters- Katoomba, NSW

enjoying a sweltering hot day in the crispness of a refreshing waterfall

gazing out at the sunset with my naked feet 
planted firmly in the sand, 
where I always long to be


casually running into a bouncing kangaroo, your curiosity is as much as mine

sitting peacefully in the freshly cut grass and
watching the most beautiful birds flap their wings as they sing to me
i've never heard a song as sweet


wandering along a treelined path with the fragrant aroma of eucalyptus filling the air
i take that smell home with me but its never the same

riding the back of a motorbike 
holding tightly as we twist down the windy road
watching the world fly by


hiking through the bush, traversing the most interesting the terrain
with the gentle dewey raindrops splashing my cheeks

peering out into the distance, amongst the trees
as far as the eye can see
surrounded by towering peaks of powerful rocks 
that seemingly climb for clouds

wandering arm in arm through the effervescent, always entertaining nightlife of the city as it twinkles, sparkles and fades to sleep



 just a few happiest moments of the land that captured me
australia take me back, and keep me...
thank you to all my friends, new and old for making my adventure the best yet.  next time may be longer.

Breathless

© CNirvana
my muse-jessamyn

looked into the crystal blue of her glowing eyes and all I could smell was roses
how does one get so sweet?

she lay twisted in the light of the sun
gazing, as she does
moving like the song stuck in my mind that always sings me to sleep

and as i dreamt of a time before her
the rest of my memories disappeared
this is all I want to remember

don't worry

© Cameron Attree

brisbane, QLD

i've made it through.  brisbane didn't swallow me nor any of my friends.  it didn't even rain.
i am lucky, warm and dry, for as long as i can.
living life as a tourist in western australia this week then heading back to where i may stay.
ill be home eventually, when i find my way.

some people weren't as lucky as i am.  to help those desperately in need that have lost please donate to the efforts.  a little can go a long way.  they are cleaning up slowly but the damage is harsh.

http://www.qld.gov.au/floods/donate.html

every bit is appreciated.

waiting

© CNirvana

model: elizabeth- GOR, VIC 2011

driving along the great ocean road
where the earth meets the sand
in the distance the world evaporates 
swallowed by the seemingly endless fog


blending earth to air
in the middle they meet, and then disappear
he takes the wheel and let's me steer 
as we wind around the twisted road to the end of nowhere 

his waiting keeps waited 
as we wander the roadways in search of the perfect shot
sprinkled with fairy dust and twinkled with mystery
hidden behind the last curve 


is what we've been searching for 

Quiet still

© carsten burmeister- Sydney, NSW

it rains backwards
on the reversal of the sun
tiny droplets flying up

i sing this song a little louder this time
not so that you can hear me,
but so that I will listen

and waiting for the quiet of night,
the solitude of darkness
when the world of spiders nests
can calmly rest

inspired by softness
motivated by glow
i close my eyes,
to really let the light in

Bucket list

Checking it off
Dreams are good, reality is better
Call your mom, she misses you

Happy 2011.

Merry

Christmas to all...

Right

they say

© CNirvana

model credit: carly erin

change of plans, as the hands spin round
i met you at the right time, since time is all we have
when the slow to motion rolling backwards
to forward
stops

you don't know what you want
i don't know what i need
said lying through the perfectly whitened teeth

the lines blurred ever slightly
yet painfully clear, in the nowhere near
try as we might



its all right there in front of you
fingers touching vastly vapid air
push me down this mountain, he says

just that little nudge to send me where i should
partner in crime not where he stood
but in the back of my mind ill always
save an empty pocket for you

maybe was

© Gila Nudes

singing to the sounds of the songs in my head
listening to the beat of the throbbing underneath
and when you really stop to listen
it all goes away
then the lack of missing finds it's place

i don't remember you
the way you smell 
dissipates far too quickly 
when I look away

but the sound of your voice still 
echoes in my dreams
the way you say you love me
and then you tell me that 
everything will be ok

I believe you 
even if you aren't real